Dancing in the Dark

“Make me your hunter, or your guard. I will serve you.” He purred, his body leaning into Hannibal’s touch as if he were starved for attention. In some ways he was, he had fathered litters and had trounces with other males, but had never had anyone love him. They desired him, but fell short in their devotion to him, afraid to be burned by the male. Perhaps it was simply his choice in lovers, aloof, brooding souls who like him, lived only to serve themselves.

The promise of a pack meant that would need to change, he would spend his time surrounded by Hannibal and his children and even if he didn’t love him in that moment he absolutely would grow to.

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